(2001)
By Stanley Collymore Being genuinely friendly to someone who at best is a mere acquaintance and who most distinctly so is of
By Stanley Collymore Just ask your dad Charles and stepmom, Camilla what did happen then William. And perhaps you’ll be lucky that they
By Stanley Collymore The dawning of the upcoming day wi… for us herald in an altogether new… our individual and collective live… now indeed tomorrow and readily co…
By Stanley Collymore This has absolutely nothing at all to do with envy or any form of an impassioned disrespect for one’s own country. Since in fa…
By Stanley Collymore I’d no idea at all, nor did anyone… remotely or illuminatingly, for th… acquaint, counsel much less inform… me for the unwittingly, in my case…
By Stanley Collymore The fount of knowledge is the gold… fleece that all intelligent minds… to discover; your personal odyssey in this regard Antje and the zeal
By Stanley Collymore Why fear something that’s clearly irrefutably inevitable and equally furthermore, is undoubtedly the enlivening force and unquestionabl…
Murderous intent By Stanley Collymore How does it feel to take the life… someone else; to coldly bring to a violent and abrupt end millions
By Stanley Collymore That then is actually the principa… thing those of us who obviously sensibly support and believe in a genuinely civilized society s…
Ihre Geburt war nicht geplant, aber alle gleich Ihren sicherlich auf einem Teil deines Vaters, dessen Herz Alles Gute zum Geburtstag Wendy Louise! Erste veröffentlichte vor zwei Jahren ...
By Stanley Collymore Let me fast forward the video of y… mind and see what delights are in store there before I begin to explore you much more
By Stanley Collymore I love seeing all you brainwashed cretins in total meltdown when Someone, who crucially goes against the elitist, clearly indoc…
By Stanley Collymore Is there such a thing as fate; or… or even consciously give unwarrant… this strange phenomenon we label w… name because inexplicably we haven…
By Stanley Collymore You are the long-awaited summer, which I’d always hoped for in my life - blighted for far too long by the
By Stanley Collymore Yet another spoilt, clearly unintelligent, and quite perceptibly totally out of touch discernibly dense